"Miss Heart, I called you today to discuss your grades," said Mr. Champ, the head of the business department.
Evangeline pretended that she didn't hear anything, roaming around the interior of the head teacher's office. Her feet bounced against the floor why she crossed her arms, fingers tapping against her skin. She couldn't wait to get out of the place and go to Eric.
"Miss Heart," Mr. champ called, trying to get Evangeline's attention before he continued, "Your marks are barely passing, and if this continues, I'm afraid you will have trouble in your future prospect. Company nowadays only accepts interns and undergraduates with at least consistent above one point five average in a whole school year."
Evangeline stifled a laugh. She thought the old man was a comedian in his past life. Did he think that she would actually apply to a company after she graduated? That was the funniest joke she ever heard.
